Brian lifted his dark head and his eyes were heavy-lidded, almost sleepy looking, under a messy thatch of hair. “Not just for me, Valerie.” His fingers massaged the nape of her neck. “That doesn’t work for me.” He had an intense urge to return the favor, that is, if he could keep his reaction to her hand under control, and fuck, that wasn’t easy. He wasn’t sure how there was enough blood left in the rest of his body to support life. The pressure was a pleasurable torture and he found himself straining against her palm.
Unsteady breath at her ear. An unintelligible word as he swallowed hard.
Brian settled her bra into place and reached down to unfasten and unzip her jeans. One side at a time, he worked them lower on her hips, making sure he had enough space to work with, and then he eased his hand into her panties. His fingers were exploratory at first, getting to know her intricate shape, and then he settled two of them into an opposing rhythm.
The harder he tried to keep himself from grinding against her, and the more the roof beyond Valerie’s shoulder wavered like heat above a highway, the less control Brian had over his mental faculties. She squeezed and his beer bottle tipped. Foam spilled out of the broken neck around their shoes. The door at his back rattled. Ignoring it, he maneuvered his hand into the tight space between her legs and gently, painfully slowly, eased into her.
“I’m actually jealous of myself right now,” he whispered on a laugh.
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on 2013-10-22 03:24 am (UTC)Unsteady breath at her ear. An unintelligible word as he swallowed hard.
Brian settled her bra into place and reached down to unfasten and unzip her jeans. One side at a time, he worked them lower on her hips, making sure he had enough space to work with, and then he eased his hand into her panties. His fingers were exploratory at first, getting to know her intricate shape, and then he settled two of them into an opposing rhythm.
The harder he tried to keep himself from grinding against her, and the more the roof beyond Valerie’s shoulder wavered like heat above a highway, the less control Brian had over his mental faculties. She squeezed and his beer bottle tipped. Foam spilled out of the broken neck around their shoes. The door at his back rattled. Ignoring it, he maneuvered his hand into the tight space between her legs and gently, painfully slowly, eased into her.
“I’m actually jealous of myself right now,” he whispered on a laugh.